Swamped

It takes a little while to really process the story, what the priest is saying. And the more you think about it, the more it unsettles you.

"I suppose we're fortunate the gods don't intervene more often," you say. "What happened to your people is awful, and I'm glad you were saved, but... the idea of just being turned to sand in an instant, that's absolutely terrifying."

"If you ask me, no god can be nearly as scary as a mortal can," he says. "But I fear we're due for another miracle soon."

You look at him, confused.

"Last night, I felt Reth's anger. Twice. Something's upset her, and she's moving to stop it. I don't know what it is, but I've never felt her this upset since I joined the priesthood."

"Felt her?" you ask. You're not sure what he's getting at.

"I guess you wouldn't know much about priesthood," he sighs. "And maybe humans don't connect with their deities the way we do in the first place. Give me a moment."

He stands up and walks over to the statue. The expression on his face looks extremely pained.

"Yeah, she's still mad. Never seen her like this since I took my vows. It's a strain just to channel, she's not particularly inclined to cooperate."

He steps away, looking slightly less pained.

"We can't talk directly with the gods. But we can catch a glimpse of their emotions. Reth's usually in a foul mood, but it's rarely this bad."

You're probably going to need a moment to think of how to respond to this.